Bringing breath of winter skies
A fairy king of snow
Is decking trees in fluffy freeze
Falling here below
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Each branch bears quiet witness
His touch is soft and cold
The forest stands in white choir robes
The eye marvels to behold
This magic touch of beauty
Seems it must come from afar
An awesome stillness full of peace
As if from an angel star
I am a hippy that never dropped out. I have held on to impossible idealism and will not give up. I think the human race is a ticking time bomb and we are at the last tick. So what is the good of slow careful pragmatism that allows time for it all to (more...
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